Juan José Arreola

Juan José Arreola, (born September 21, 1918, Ciudad Guzmán, Mexico—died December 3, 2001, Guadalajara), Mexican short-fiction writer and humorist who was a master of brief subgenres, such as the short story, the epigram, and the sketch. He published only one novel, La feria (1963; The Fair). His collection of stories Confabulario (1952) has been reprinted in several expanded editions and was translated into English as Confabulario and Other Inventions.

One of 14 children, Arreola had to leave school at age eight. He tried his hand at several professions, including journalism, teaching, and editing. He also studied acting in Mexico and in France, where he worked as an extra in the Comédie Française from 1945 to 1946. When he returned to Mexico City, he took an editorial position with a respected firm.

As a writer, Arreola’s trademark was his humour, which fluctuated between the witty and the cosmic. He was obsessively drawn to the absurd and enjoyed satirizing modern technology and its monstrous by-products. He sounds at times like a comical and impudent Kafka. One of Arreola’s fixations was the absurdity of religious belief and what he denounced as God’s unequal relationship to humankind. This is the theme of “El silencio de Dios” (“God’s Silence”).

Like Jorge Luis Borges, Arreola cultivated the hybrid subgenre of the essay-story, a combination that lends authority to quite outlandish propositions. “El guardagujas” (“The Switchman”) is Arreola’s most anthologized piece. It is without question his most representative. A stranded railroad traveler waits for months to board a train that never arrives, only to discover that schedules, routes, and even the landscapes seen from the windows of railroad cars are fake. Some literal-minded readers have interpreted the story as a criticism of the Mexican railroad system, others as an allegory of Mexican society as a whole. The story is both, as well as an allegory of modern technological society and a critique of the entire universe, whose functioning seems to be in the hands of a very minor employee, a switchman who is like an incompetent minor god.